I have always been into piercings. Even when I was younger I always thought they looked really cool, and always planned on getting some other than my ears. I am also very fond of DIY stuff. I've pierced my own ears a few times, and pierced my friends' also a few times, but that's about it.
At A Glance Author mickey Contact vampira364@hotmail.com When Six months ago So...back to my story. I asked my mom what she would think of an eyebrow or lip piercing. She flipped, told me she would never let me, and that was the end of that conversation. Well I wasn't about to take no for an answer, and since I was planning on doing it myself anyway (not going to a studio), I just went ahead with it.
I wasn't sure which I wanted more, a lip or eyebrow piercing. I decided on the eyebrow, because I go to a school where you aren't allowed to have any piercings other than one earring per ear, and I figured an eyebrow would be easier to cover up than a lip. I asked my friend which side it would look better on, and we decided it would look quite zesty on the right side.
I went through my room and found exactly what I needed. One big honking sewing needle (not really that big, about a 16g), a match, and some alcohol. I sterilized the needle and thought about how I was going to do this. After being all hyped up for my new piercing, I had to admit, I was a little freaked out at the thought of doing this myself. I can take pain very well, but I still avoid it at all costs and complain about it. After thinking about this for so long, I was having second thoughts. What happens if I mess up? was the main thought going through my head.
I decided to get on with it, because I really wanted it and I would end up doing it another time anyway, so I might as just well do it now. I didn't have a clamp or anything, I just kind of improvised and tried to hold my eyebrow a certain way. It's hard to describe, I kind of just pinched it in my between my fingers and stuck the needle where I thought it should go. Since I hate pain, I thought maybe I'd try to do it slowly. I barely pushed the needle, and it started to go through my skin, but not very much. The pain wasn't too bad either, it was just a dull sort of pain.
Well, while the needle was about halfway through, my cell phone rang. For some reason I decided to pick it up. It was my friend I had been talking to earlier. He didn't think I'd actually go through with it, so he called to make fun of me. Well, I told him I was in the process of sticking a needle through my eyebrow and that I wasn't going to be able to talk to him. Then I hung up, and continued on with the piercing.
It took quite a long time. I pushed it through slowly, don't ask me why, I just did it that way. Finally it went through, and I had a needle sticking out of my eyebrow. Then it hit me. I didn't have a barbell to put through it. Think. Think. Think. The only thing I could come up with was a safety pin, which, of course, isn't something you really want to put in a fresh piercing. But I thought it would be better than trying to sleep with a sewing needle in my eyebrow. Now for the million dollar question...how to get to the kitchen (where I left my box of safety pins, yes I know I'm a dumbass) without my dear mother seeing that I have a needle sticking out of my eyebrow.
I called my friend up to ask what I should do. She just said I should run downstairs get the box of safety pins and run back up to my room or into the downstairs bathroom. So I ran downstairs, got the box, and ran back up to my room. Then I took the needle out and tried to put in the safety pin. It didn't work too well. I suppose it didn't help that I was talking to my friend on the phone, still, because she wanted to stay on the phone while I put the safety pin in. So, I started to put the safety pin in the hole, and at first it seemed to be working. Then it started hurting a bit, and I ended up poking a new hole. Triple fuck. So I took it out and tried it again. I was not about to give up now, after I had gone through the pain and got up the nerve to actually do it. Finally I got the safety pin through the right hole and clipped it.
And it looked so cool. I loved it. I was so glad I got up the courage to do it. I was very happy with it, I liked the placement, and it didn't bleed. When my mom found out, she flipped out, but in the end I convinced her to let me keep it. She ended up helping me with it, making sure it didn't get infected, and buying me a real barbell.
It's now been about six months, and I still love it. And I love the fact that I did it myself. It was a very good experience, and I don't regret it. I don't think I ever will.